The Vision Bleak
a witch is born
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Three Hags around A Fire.
Of Ugliness unseen.
In A grim and murky Mire.
From A Cauldron rises Steam.
Murmuring weird Rhymes.
Into the Winter Night.
Their Laughter barks and chimes.
Their reeky Breath's A Blight.
Their Noses stir the Brew.
The nauseating Stew.
Cauldron Bubble, Cauldron Swell.
In the Rhythm of this Spell.
Wing of Bat and Leg of Toad.
A Brat shall be bestowed.
A Witch is born.
A Witch is born.
Cauldron-born.
A Witch is born tonight.
- Album:
- Subversion
- The Unknown
- Witching Hour
- Set Sail To Mystery
- Miscellaneous
- The Kindred of the Sunset
- Timeline - An Introduction to the Vision Bleak
- The Deathship Has a New Captain
- The Vision Bleak
- The Wolves Go Hunt Their Prey
- Witching Hour (Deluxe Edition)
- Gothic Spirits 6
- Carpathia: A Dramatic Poem
- Fifteen Years of Absolute Darkness
- Set Sail to Mystery (Deluxe Edition)
- The Deathship Has a New Captain (Deluxe Edition)
- Carpathia (Deluxe Edition)
- The Unknown (Deluxe Edition)
- Gothic Spirits 4